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Sal. This Edmond, in the reign of Bullingbrook,
York. His eldek Sifter, Anne,
War. What plain proceeding is more plain than this?
Both. Long live our Soveraign Richard, England's King.
Tis that they seek; and they, in seeking that,
Sal. My Lord, here break we off; we know your Mind
War. My Heart assures me, that the Earl of Warwick
Guard, to banish the Dutchess.
Elean. Welcome is Banishment, welcome were my Death.
Glo. Eleanor, the Law thou seest hath judged thee;
K. Henry. Stay Humphry, Duke of Gloster;
Than when thou wert Protector to thy King.
2. Mar. I see no reason, why a King of Years
Glo. My Staff? Here, noble Henry, is my Staff:
6. Mar. Why now is Henry King, and Margaret Queen And Humphry, Duke of Glo'fer, scarce himself, That bears so shrewd a maim; two Pulls at once; His Lady banish'd, and a Limb lupt off, This Staff of Honour raught, there let it stand, Where belt it fits to be, in Henry's Hand.
Suf. Thus droops this lofty Pine, and hangs his sprayes, Thus Eleanor's Pride dies in her younger Days.
Tork. Lords, let him go. Please it your Majesty,
2. Mar. Ay, good my Lord; for purposely therefore Left I the Court, to see this Quarrel try'd.
K. Henry. A God's Name fee the Lifts and all things fit, Here let them end it, and God defend the 'Right.
York. I never saw a Fellow worse bestead, Or more afraid to fight, than is the Appellant, The Servant of the Armourer, my Lords. Enter at one Door the Armorer and his Neighbours, drinking
to him so much, that he is drunk; and be enters with a Drum before him, and his Staff with a Sand bag fastned to it; and at the other. Door his Man, with a Drum and & Sand-bag, and Prentices drinking to him.
1 Neigh. Here, Neighbour Horner, I drink to you in a Cup of Sack; and fear not, Neighbour, you shall do well cnough,
for me, I pray
2 Neigh. And here, Neighbour, here's a Cup of CharDeco.
3 Neigh. And here's a Pot of good double Beer, Neighbour; drink, and fear not your Man.
Arm. Let it come i'faith, and I'll pledge you all, and a Fig for Péter. i Pren. Here Peter, I drink to thee, and be not afraid.
2 Pren. Be merry, Peter, and fear not thy Master; fight for the Credit of the Prentices. Peter. I'thank you all;
pray you, for I think I have taken my last Draught in this World. Here Robin, if I die, I give thee my Apron; and Will, thou shalt have my Hammer; and here, Tom, take all the Mony that I have. O Lord bless me, I pray God, for I am never able to deal with my Masler, he hath learn'd so much to fence already
Sal. Come, leave your drinking, and fall to blows. Sirrah, what's thy Name? Peter. Peter, forsooth. Sal. Peter? what more? Peter. Thump. Sal. Thump? Then fee thou thump thy Mafter well,
Arm, Maiters, I am come hither as it were upon my Man's Instigation, to prove him a Knave, and my self an honest Man: And touching the Duke of York, I will take my Death, I never meant him any ill, nor the King nor the Queen, and therefore Peter have at thee with a slowus right Blow.
York. Dispatch, this Knave's Tongue begias to double. Sound Trumpets, Alarum to the Combatants.
[They fight, and Peter strikes him down, Arm. Hold Peter, hold; I confess, I confess Treason.
York. Take away his Weapon: Fellow, thank God, and the good Wine in thy Master's way:
Peter. O God, have I overcome mine Enemy in this prefence? O Peter, thou hast prevail'd in right.
K. Henry. Go, take hence that Traitor from our Sight, For by his Death we do perceive his Guilt. And God in Justice hath reveald to us The Truth and Innocence of this poor Fellow,
Which he had thought to have murder'd wrongfully. Come Fellow, follow us for thy Reward. Exeunt.
Enter Duke Humphry and his Men, in Mourning Cloaks.
Glo. Thus sometimes hath the brightest Day a Cloud; And after Summer, evermore succeeds Barren Winter, with his wrathful nipping Cold; So Cares and Joys abound, as Seasons fleet. Sirs, what's a Clock?
Serv. Ten, my Lord.
Glo. Ten is the Hour that was appointed me,
laughing at thy Shame, When thou didt ride in Triumph thro" the Streets.
did But soft, I think she comes, and I'll prepare My Tear-stain'd Eyes, to see her Mileries. Enter the Dutchess in a white Sheet, and a Taper burning
in ber Hand, with a Sheriff and Officers. Serv. So please your Grace, we'll take her from the Sheriff. Glo. No, stir not for your Lives, let her pass by.
Elean. Come you, my Lord, to see my open Shame?
Glo. Be patient, gentle Nell, forget this Grief.
in Shame, with Papers on my Back,